Besedila: Neil Young. American Stars & Bars. Saddle up The Palomino.

Oh, oh, carmelina,
The daughter of the wealthy banker.
Since she came to town all my friends are gone,
And I'm stuck out here with melody.

Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.

If you can't cut it, don't pick up the knife.
There's no reward in your conscience stored
When you're sleepin' with another man's wife.


Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.

I wanna lick the platter, the gravy doesn't matter.
It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down,
But it's the neighbor's wife I'm after.

Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.